This is a song about "Baby the maltese"

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

But go ahead and leave this baby on the corner all alone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Parking lot of the blue flame

Its like baby of the rap game

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Except maybe in the future we could have a baby

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady